‘Make-it-up-Charlie’ June 8, 2020June 8, 2020 Chris Hall42 Comments Charlie was apt to make up stories. It got to a point when no-one believed anything he said. Until one day we followed him. Who would have thought it? Charlie really had a pet dinosaur. Written in response to Sadje’s What Do You See #33 photo prompt. Image credit: DianaZG on Pixabay Share it Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Like Loading...
Memories June 1, 2020June 1, 2020 Chris Hall27 Comments there is something about a portrait in sepia the delicate hue and the softly faded smile not standardized or digitized or posted somewhere in the cloud save it – print it – don’t lose it – you’ll regret it and always keep your memories stored safely in your heart Written in response to Sadje’s What Do You See #32 photo prompt. Image credit: DariuszSankowski on Pixabay https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HJNrKHv50X8 Share it Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Like Loading...
Thriller, chiller! May 25, 2020 Chris Hall52 Comments Dark trees, darkened house,sense of dread inside your head. Go on, step softly, lest he hear youWhat goes on inside that house? Light spills out, a shadow movesHold your breath, keep still, keep calm! The light grows stronger, pulls you near.Sense of dread inside your head. You look up, the figure beckons.Sense of dread inside your head. Gripped by his gaze he draws you in.Sense of dread inside your head. You venture onward, up the stairs.Sense of dread inside your head. Dark trees, darkened house,no longer have that sense of dread?Come closer now, you’re almost thereWelcome to the vampire’s lair! Written in response to Sadje’s What Do You See #31 photo prompt.Image credit: Art Tower on PixabayShare it Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Like Loading...
Beneath these branches May 18, 2020 Chris Hall33 Comments Little girl tiptoes round the tree Once I was a girl, just like she All tousled hair and sun-kissed limbs I wonder, what became of me? A life well-lived, a love fulfilled Time ticked away, my heart was stilled. But watch, my love, and wait for me to tiptoe round that self-same tree. Written in response to Sadje’s What Do You See #30 photo prompt. Image credit: Majaranda on Pixabay Share it Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Like Loading...
That morning May 4, 2020 Chris Hall41 Comments You danced for me early that morning when you walked me home from the party. Dawn was breaking, early morning sun shone over the river. Your steps were so light, we were both so free. Now you dance no more. But I at least still have that early morning memory. Written in response to Sadje’s What Do You See #28 photo prompt. Image credit: Zhugher on Pixabay Share it Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Like Loading...
A Poem for the Not Wedding April 24, 2020April 24, 2020 Chris Hall17 Comments for Mark and Cat whose wedding would have been tomorrow but will instead be another day We’re sorry that lockdown has got in the way of the planned celebration for your special day. No feasting or speeches or exchanging of rings, but thoughts and good wishes and virtual things. Raising our glasses to you as is the fashion, just a sip or two since our booze is on ration, to toast to the future when, come what may, you’ll have a good one, despite the delay! Photo credit: Tom the Photographer on Unsplash and clipart.com Share it Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Like Loading...